The remaining remnants of the 43th and 49th squad of the Helix-Titan Battalion had gathered with the others, forming a united front within the scorched field as they discussed amongst themselves, nursed their grievous wounds, and dwelled on their experiences. A few soldiers were off alone despite being physically present, their gazes absent and dazed.
Since the fiery explosion and almost instant transformation of the Battlefield's environment, resembling a mythical hellscape of burnt corpses and melted bones, the titans were animated in their actions. They awaited further orders from their leaders.
Tai Hao sat with his legs outstretched and his torso upright, holding his sides as he grimaced with pain from time to time. That human soldier had dealt him a serious blow, and his pale as snow expression was evidence of his blood loss. Fortunately, he was triumphant and had the last laugh. While he walked away with a bloody stab wound, his opponent walked away to the next world.
